Last night,
laying on the couch,
worn out by another day
spent among humans
in their caducous kingdom,
where they do and undo things
just to tease death,
laugh in Its face,
throw in a good challenge for It,
when death is only
the tap of fresh life
I was playing with my cat,
my black, shiny, sleek cat
who is a privileged form of life
because she doesn’t know
her time is finite
and she doesn’t build things
that won’t last,
knowing they won't last,
and when she hunts
and kill,
she doesn’t enjoy it,
she just does it
Suddenly the cat scratched me,
then ran away,
went on hiding,
and her claws like knife blades
were still buzzing painfully under my skin
giving me shivers,
the long rosy bloody marks
the leftovers of an unexpected hunting party
made me think of the pour mouse
and its horrible demise
by that formidable weapon
a tiny, shiny, sleek cat
carries in its soft paws
And what about lions
and panthers
and vultures
and sharks
and bears
and stingrays?
What about them?
YOU carry the most formidable killing machine
ever created,
ever conceived,
the atrocious terminator,
the ruthless executioner,
the brutal assassin
of everything that is alive
or has a shadow
or emits a sound
You carry it under your skull,
a comical protective shell
made out with hands of child
from a friable bone,
ironical bunker for such a beast
that cohabitates with your feelings
and your untold loves
and your undisclosed sacrifices
and your unshared generosities
and your stifled dreams
and your faith
and your bravery
and your rectitude against distress,
all these living together
under the same frail roof
with a beast craving destruction,
emanating
bad, eviscerating thoughts
caressing with claws of words
the delicate skin of the feeling
like a sharp, rugged wrapper
made out of aluminum foil
Your brain,
this disgusting mass of gray matter,
appalling conglomerate of organic fats,
humoral sewer,
that will build some day
a cannon more powerful than sun,
and with that will scorch the planet,
will reduce it to ashes,
to a fuming cosmic chimney,
just for fun,
just because it can be done.
This is the real killing machine
that only YOU carry,
my twin brother,
my sibling,
my own self
